Barely Breathing

Everybody is hiding.
Hiding from friends, family, even from themselves.
We keep to ourselves to guard and protect from hurting more.
Their are 7.5 billion people, and each one is hiding in someway.
I, of course, am no different.
Like many others, I've created a mask to show the world.
Underneath I'm falling to pieces, hanging by a thred.
I used to be able to float with ease, now I'm sinking and barely breathing.